On day number 8,767

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There we were, 24 years and an hour of so ago, the media geek and the returned Peace Corps volunteer.

Twenty-four years, three children, four dogs and four cats later …

Players at Alone for Christmas.
Michael the potential future firefighter.
Michael the potential future firefighter.
Dylan plays trombone.
Dylan plays trombone.
Shaena the violin player.
This is Leo and Max
This is Leo and Max “playing,” not an argument between the human siblings.
Oskar and Luna couldn't care less, unless they're hungry, which is only in the a.m. or p.m.
Oskar and Luna couldn’t care less, unless they’re hungry, which is only in the a.m. or p.m.

Five years ago I wrote this on the occasion of our 19th wedding anniversary.

A few things have changed, like jobs and address. We also have three teenagers in the house, including the child who is not a chronological teenager. Other than that, you can probably add five years to everything listed in there. (The march of time!)

Here’s what has not changed: I still love my wife.

 

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